Voracity Poems

i love U-

Intentional ideally

Love loutishness like short of idolize
Openlly obsession observance of you
Valued veneration virtue voracity
Evokefeelings of love enamored endering

Understanding unselfishness, unconditional, unfailing , upstanding unity


3/31/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2025©

Life In My Land

Life in my Land
Life in my land is not by right
With greed, we are wound around
Hardened ruiners ravaging all we have
Like raptor they kill, devour and fly

Cupidity, the spirit of avarice
Eating up the weak flesh and bones
The bones and marrow are gone
The butchers cry for them at least
But voracity, the soul of gluttony
Are stuck to, the looters of, them all

Frightful shudder
Quakes my land and its borders
The foetuses cry for fear of murder
They see no safety in their mother
Desperate ones are full of fright
In fluster, they make to swim out to land
Through the reddish stream for life
But sadly, their dual times are slaughtered

The parasites of our mother's head
Are not even bothered about our care
When the land is shedding tears
The swamp's trickles must be bloody red

Grievous time like this was never known
These are years of sorrow untold
And a season of terrible dash of hope

Starry Chimera

I sit under the sky, and talk to myself,

I want to be a star too, I tell myself. 
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For I never burned this bright for the dark,

For I never broke down for a new one to embark.
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I watered my own voracity, served my own pride,

I forgot my purpose, as I bathed in my own shine.
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The star never burns to enliven its own being,

The star never shines to foster its own realm.
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If I must burn, then it shall be for love,

If I must shine, then it shall be for love.
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I will seek no greed when I burn to die,

I will seek no yield when it's time to burn bright. 
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For I will be a star, a burning star,

A broken one, from a cluster of stars

Eternal Silence

Death is
The eternal silence
We often say under this sky
Where the enemies are ubiquitous
Even among thugs and fools
That the dead are wrong
Oh! That’s ignorance!
That’s incompetence!
That’s complicity!
That’s bad luck!
That’s vanity!
That’s nonsense!
That’s voracity!
That’s imbecility!
That’s impunity!
That’s criminality!
That’s an idiotic thing!
That’s nonsense!
That’s foolishness!
In this life
We are right or wrong
We make decisions
Sometimes vain or useless
We were born to be useful
To society, to our family
And to our dear country
Silence is the absence of life
Eternal silence is death
Regret or remorse
Causes pain and trouble
The eternal silence
Is death
We are always
In front of the material
Far from what’s essential
Far from eternal salvation.

P.S. This Poem Is Dedicated To The Victims Of Countless Criminals And The Corrupt.
Translation of ‘ Le Silence Éternel’ by Hébert Logerie

Copyright © June 27, 2022, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poetry.

Killing Idols

the scapular of your anguish
wounds the insolent chest of your enlightenment with blood
a world in disenchantment cries its drunken hymns
but only jackals lick the nectar of these pains
because the night drives away the naive and innocent
and it is with the irreverence of the lost that we cry out loud
trying to defile every throne that rises against us
the time will come when we will immolate the new messiah in fire
placating the wrath of the raging oceans and their deities
the insurgent skies and their merciless stains
we'll bring back a forgotten golden age
and then we'll set all the new traps
to drain for the last time the voracity
of every idol that is eternalized
when we stagger weak across the earth
and we allow them to enslave us.

The Power of Seduction

Seduction is something profound...
        It doesn't just come from the beauty!
        seduction arises without
         at least show yourself
         muscles or curves....
         Seduction resides within,
         deep inside the mind...
         if place of of lust
         displays sensual indifference...
         If lieu of fortress,
         shows haughty submission...
         The pleasure of seduction will make
         all the difference...
         Man doesn't have that subtlety.
         Yes, women have this leadership...
         The alpha male is linear in his
          voracity to enjoy...
          Uniforms that are, little
           seduce using appropriate
           artifice... they want seduction
           of being seduced... pure vanity... !
           Venus, Aphrodite, and all women,
           are irresistible when inaccessible!
            Women seduce much more,
             and men like that.
             wish it...
             Speaking of seduction,
              beloved woman... lovely female,
              femme fatale, seduce me...
              Please, I beg you...

Seductions of Sin'

Seductions of Sin

With the lusts of the world: 
do I thee; threaten more?
Is this what the world has to offer; 
since its originated defiance? 

That set the scene for this world; 
to attest and set afire, 
for the rest of 'sin' to complete with such desire!

The call is strong in sin here: 
am I too weak; 
to resist such pleasurable temptations!?

Is it that, vainglory, do set in from the laws of God, 
do I shame myself for the dishonor to self-control? 
That 'sin' of the lusts now turns to otherworldly desires; 
that the dark spirit brought to surmount humanity!?

Voracity, of man for the embellishing of the world, 
is it glamorized in thy eye?
Being envious of what others do have;
only does it dispassionate me too?

And does, avidity, bring on our destruction; 
from the wraths and vainglories of man? 
I have a chance to survive when darkness has swallowed up; 
the virtues that have been set out in front of humanity?

To battle, the end, when that day does it come; 
is to bring great sorrows upon the world?

Famine Starvation

Scary than  the fear,
               further devastating than  the weakness,
               is hunger ...
               With its insatiable voracity
               everything decimates, everything devours,
               consumes, eats ...

An Evening of December

That day, power-greed 
sparkled, in his vision
like a festive crescent
and all the anticipations of the inhabitants 
missed their trail, in the gloom of the night

That was the day, akin to his first step towards the authority

That day,
the crocodile of the voracity to lead was belching… 
in the moving lake of his spirit

That day, ominous crescent, being sting 
was aching, like the stern dagger wound
in the eyes of poverty of the motherland…

That day,
a gloomy battle opened its’ eyes in the lap of the homeland.

That evening of December 
walked-off vanished in the womb of the history… 
perpetually, sewing the stars of darkness of centuries, with the hem of the universe

That power-chair now, is lying in the backyard of his abode, 
being a source of relish for the words of his libidinous, dissolute and penurious - compassionate companions

& today,
the intellect of the whole realm, 
lies in the feet of deprivation

Colour of My Heart

Free will has become like greedy hunger,
              each choice bestows selfish avidity.
Teaching benevolence when they're younger
        may make life devoid of voracity.

          Let’s lead a path to a will that redeems
all the kindness existence can provide.
                For life is never as bad as it seems,
          there are always good people by your side.

I shall educate those who need guidance.
              Be a beacon of compassionate grace.
Let’s hope the world can offer reliance,
    making God’s splendid earth a peaceful place.  

    Please take my hand and show faith in the Lord-
                             so that we all may live in true accord. 



December 10, 2018

Panic Attack

Panic attack, Panic attack
What when where why remedy 
of a soul’s splitting in two
Panic attack, Panic attack
The demons too deep hymn one’s own threnody
The devil to he who suffers introduction grins fair adieux

Panic attack Panic attack
Medicine for a malady
for the spirits of anguished weeping few
Panic attack Panic attack
A rose for a bud, a corruption for a fallacy
As is true for the moon is the importance of what one has power to do 

Deep breathe, Deep breathe
Parched oasis, dying serenity
Acid in the wound to suffuse
Deep Breathe, Deep Breathe
Within a species capable of mental voracity
one finds the norm repudiating to asperity
For which there may be nothing one can do
except stand two by two

(written sometime during a bleak 2015)

Leopard Kills Xena

Although, being cautious during explorations,
     forests generally host intrinsic jeopardy.
Killer leopards mutilate not only people, quickly.
Readily, saving them until voracity wants: Xena; Yaks; Zebras.

12/27/2016

In My Mind

Ten thousand thoughts a day
It is hard for just one to stay
Speeding around like a runaway train
It’s enough to drive me insane 
As I gaze into the abyss that I call my heart
I’m interested in the truth, but getting no remarks
I sometimes try to grasp in a manner unwise
Because these words of lost thoughts are a selfless demise
I will never let negativity suppress my dreams and steal my hope 
Without these two how can I exist and cope? 
In my thoughts I'm going where there is no fear
Where the spirit is free and near
Only Jesus can ease the misery
There is no more pain and voracity
My mind feels jubilant and relieved
That’s all you have to do is trust in God and believe

Drunken Brio

Rendered your elixir within flowing fire
turned my head till flames got higher
'neath vapors' influence lustfully burning,
imbibed upon insatiable blushed lips
feverish craving ignited darkly melting hours
intoxicated of ravenously absorbed flamings
zealous ardor pulsing beyond desires,
hungry to the bone poured of unrelenting fervor
skin soaked in mania's intensified voracity,
unrestrained cries out resonating wanton tongues
dizzying gypsy soul dripping sinfully impassioned
liquid quenching glow farther impulsive madness,
scent of mounting sensitivity's rush marinating
'neath rhythmical torrid undulations gushing
through every explosively satiated vessel,
breathlessness melded 'tween kindled ascendancy
exploiting drunkenness of volatile ardent spirits

“Drink wine. This is life eternal. This is all that youth will give you. It is the season for wine, roses and drunken friends. Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.” 
Omar Khayyám

Something Borrowed a Marianne Moore Phrasis

SOMETHING BORROWED a M M Phrasis
Enough of ennui,I may I might
the mind is an enchanting thing,senses
do not deceive.Days of prismatic colour
apparations of splendour,things are what
they seem, a mosaic, a prosaic voracity
and verity.
What are years then? Efforts of affectation,
dispositions by angels? No,the past is the
present,a chameleon face of discontent.O
calamity,no swan so fine as the merits of
heredity,let the critics dream in their preciosity
for charity overcomes envy where light is speech.

A phrasis inspired by the titles of Marianne Moore Poems

Listen to me recite my phrasis on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro

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